Every year, just when you think no human being could possibly persist in continuing to subject themselves to the human indignity of dressing up as Santa Claus to go on a bar crawl, the bombastic horror that is SantaCon comes back with full fury. And because it’s never always the same part of the month, weather conditions can never truly be anticipated.
For this year’s annual red-tinged obnoxiousness, the first snowfall hath cometh. But rather than deter these satanic Santas, the snow has only fueled them further–like literally further. To the depths of the Jefferson stop, where several half-assed in their interpretation of Santas were spotted stumbling out of the Cobra Club–even though that’s not on the fully sanctioned map put out by the “organization.”
One such random wanderer/reveler was Jackie Moore, a 24-year-old who is participating for the second year in the “event” (though scourge is a more fitting word). “I don’t know how I ended up here, I was just so invigorated–so fucking pumped–by the snow whipping against my face that I had to keep going. Pushing my body to the limits alcoholically and geographically. It’s what Santa would want.” Because you can’t spell Santa without Satan.
Written by Genna Rivieccio